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The Truth of Magic
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Beauty and the Alpha Beast The Truth of Magic
*Lazlo*The day after the trial, the first raid came at dawn–quick, surgical, and devastating. By nightfall, there were four more. Outposts are gutted. Scouts vanish. Forests burn and are left crawling with curses. Montelune is under siege.Villagers whisper of strange lights floating in the woods at midnight. One settlement awoke to find their wells poisoned with blackened water, leaving livestock sick and dying by morning. Another reports entire forests twisted by blighted trees, tendrils of dark magic snaking through the soil, choking life from the earth itself.In one village, a mother’s scream tore through the night when her child’s eyes rolled back and his words switched to a stranger’s tongue, chanting words no one dared try to translate. Nearby, a pack of wolves turned on their own kin, madness clawing at their minds like a cruel spell.Runners bring news of fires breaking out in the merchant quarter of Lunemar, flames that bend unnaturally, refusing to be quenched by water. I
Beauty and the Alpha Beast Storm on the Horizon
*Lazlo*Dawn seeps in, stretching light toward the bed where she sleeps curled against me. Xelina’s breath is slow, her lashes resting against flushed cheeks, one hand tucked beneath her chin. I could watch her like this for hours–peaceful, safe, mine.I drag a knuckle down her bare shoulder, marveling at the contrast between her strength and softness. She doesn’t stir, but a contented sound escapes her throat, the kind that makes something tighten low in my chest. It’s not just desire, though the ache for her is always near the surface. It’s deeper now. I love her. I know it with a certainty that burns through bone and blood. She’s not just my mate. She’s my match, my equal, and my friend.I never thought I’d get to have someone who sees past my crown, past the training yard, past the heir, but she does, and Goddess help me, I’ll spend every breath proving I’m worthy of it.Eventually, the sunlight through the window brightens, and I know we can’t linger here forever, no matter how m
Beauty and the Alpha Beast Fragile and Fierce
*Xelina*The castle pulses with life and secrets, each corridor and chamber a new discovery waiting to be claimed. For the first time, I’m not a shadow in the background, scrubbing floors or serving meals. Instead, I wander freely, curling up with dusty books in the grand library, stealing heated glances with Lazlo, and daring to imagine a life that’s free of chores and chains. Everything feels electric, every moment charged with possibility and the thrill of being seen as his mate.Mealtimes are no longer hurried or solitary. We sit together at long tables, sharing food and laughter. Lazlo’s smile is easy, genuine, and I find myself drawn to it, to the quiet kindness in his eyes that never wavers. It surprises me how quickly the castle begins to feel like home, not because of the stones or the tapestries, but because of him.There are moments when our hands brush, lingering a little longer than necessary, and I can’t catch my breath. His gaze meets mine then, a silent question that s
Beauty and the Alpha Beast To Be Seen
*Xelina*Lazlo rides behind me as the stars shine overhead, his presence steady as the reins in his hands. Behind us, the forest still glows faintly with the blessing that saved me, a testament to the power that watches over my path. I no longer wear the mask, but its memory clings to me, not as a shackle, but as a symbol that I am no longer a servant cloaked in silence. I ride toward Virechant not as a prisoner returned, but as a woman reborn.The heavy iron gates swing open, and the guards bow low to Prince Lazlo as we ride through. We dismount just inside the courtyard, the soldiers’ boots crunching against snow as we walk toward the great doors of Virechant Castle. I steal a glance at him, not in awe of his title or his crown, but at the certainty in his stride, the way he reaches for me without hesitation. Sure and unwavering, his light cuts through the darkness of everything I’ve endured. Lazlo moves like a force carved from the night itself, tall and composed, with deep ambe
Beauty and the Alpha Beast Finally Free
*Xelina*The stone beneath me is damp and bitterly cold. I’ve lost track of how long I’ve been down here, but the thin shaft of sunlight that used to slice through the cracks in the door has faded to a dim haze. It must be evening now. The light is weaker, as though it’s slipping away from me just as fast as everything else.My stomach twists, part hunger, part dread. I haven't eaten since before the ball… no water, either. My throat is raw from crying, but I don't dare make another sound. Not after the last time, when Mireth hissed through the crack in the door that if I begged again, she’d bind my mouth shut with a wolf’s bane drenched rag. My hands are scratched and sore from clawing at the walls, searching for some hidden seam, some latch or weakness. There's nothing but stone and packed earth. I shiver, my arms curled around my knees, my chin tucked low. Then a sound breaks the quiet: hooves. The heavy clop of armored horses approaches the manor. I freeze, praying to the Moon
Beauty and the Alpha Beast Searching
*Lazlo*The sky begins to lighten as I turn onto the narrow lane that cuts through the outer quarter of Lunemar, the blush of mid-morning brushing the rooftops and dappling puddles beneath my horse’s hooves. The first house belongs to a weaver, his hands stained with dye and his three daughters lined up like soldiers beneath the crooked beams of the kitchen ceiling. The eldest curtsies too deeply, nearly falling forward in her eagerness. Their mother wrings her hands and says her girls have always been “fond of dancing,” and surely it must’ve been one of them. I glance at their feet as they’re bared, cleaned and guided toward the slipper, one by one. The glass doesn’t welcome them, refusing each foot with silent finality. I thank them, but I already know before they try. There’s no magic here. No electricity in the air. No familiar tension. The next house is smaller, tucked behind a blacksmith’s yard where a boy no older than twelve stops hammering long enough to shout, “She’s insi
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